Sexual apartheid causes suffering

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When I realised I was gay I wanted to die. I was 17, the sense of shame was
unbearable and stretching out in front of me was a life of abject
loneliness.

That year, the vote to reduce the homosexual age of consent from 21 to 18 took
place. I still remember the debates which played out on the television and
radio.

I learned then that there were many apparently respectable people who thought
I was a filthy pervert to be avoided at all costs and who was probably
doomed to burn in Hell. I hadn’t done anything apart from